Why had no one, before Isabelle's recommendation, ever marched me over to a bookshelf, pointed out Mary Webb's 'Precious Bane' and ordered me to read it? Terrible to think that I might have missed something so rare and beautiful!
It's unbearably hot and stuffy today, and the house is like an oven. Opening windows and doors invites tabby fly-catching madness and broken plant pots.
Why did an icing-less cupcake turn up this morning on the floor next to the dresser? Where has it been?
Will Tricia ring today to tell me she has landed safely at Heathrow after the nightmare journey from Sydney? Will I be ready in time for her arrival later in the week?
Will the round courgettes ever stop multiplying? Why won't the beans do the same? I could handle a glut of beans.